Polishing a Turd

     For a few days, I've been trying to:

1.  Eat less overall.  (did super well at work, then blew it when I got home.  My two supreme weaknesses got me... chili spaghetti and Angelo's Pizza)
2.  Eat more fruit.
3.  Get consistent on drinking enough water (I'm sketchy on this one.  Rock some days, suck on others).
4.  Walk more.  (failed semi-spectacularly one day, next day did a little better, did even better today, though nothing near my pre-flop walking routine).

On top of those action items, I also decided to gussy myself up some, so I got some crap to put on my hair, scheduled a haircut for later in the month at a "fancy" place (Trim on 12th Ave in Nashville.  They are amazing), and got my nails and toenails done.  The entire time I was doing this, I felt as if I were polishing a turd.  I've been informed by two people (one of whom was a bit angry) that this I incorrect.  I don't see how, but I appreciate the sentiment.  I now have lovely brown hair, shiny nails and toenails, but I still am a lumpy sack of dough who has not yet gotten the hang of defeating out of control appetite and lack of energy.  So, I'm going to go with my original thought.  I am a shiny turd.  Perhaps next week I will be a shiny pig's ear.  I'm still shooting for silk purse, but baby steps, people.